Once again, A and I went down to Mill Pond to feed the ducks. They are getting familiar with us, now. Maybe too much so. Anyway, they were very demanding, with one even flying at me while I sat on the bench bread in hand.
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| A starting a feeding frenzy. |
The ducks were in a strange mood, besides being demanding, that is. The majority of them would climb up on to the grassy area near us and feed on our bread offerings and something else that was around in the grassy area. Don't know what they found, but I guess it was yummy. They were softly quacking while poking around the grass or catching our bits of bread.
Then the quacking would get noticeably louder and in a great whoosh of winged duck, all but a few would fly back into the pond...where they would swim around for a minute or two, poking at each other, quacking...being ducks.
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| Non-conformists waiting ashore. |
Then, en mass, they would about face and swim to shore, hop up and carry on feeding as before. We watched them do this three times within a half hour.
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| Bottoms Up! |
Before we left, we had a good giggle watching some bottom work!
The "Duck Dynasty" folks (a favorite show) may like hunting and eating 'em, but we think duck antics are great entertainment.
The ducks were in a strange mood, besides being demanding, that is. The majority of them would climb up on to the grassy area near us and feed on our bread offerings and something else that was around in the grassy area. Don't know what they found, but I guess it was yummy. They were softly quacking while poking around the grass or catching our bits of bread.
Then the quacking would get noticeably louder and in a great whoosh of winged duck, all but a few would fly back into the pond...where they would swim around for a minute or two, poking at each other, quacking...being ducks. 
